The shiny stars, light years away
is yours to keep
Millions of asteroids crackling up
will never weep
Soft and comfy, are the clouds
they stick to you
Hazy mist, up there
looks grey rather than blue
Dusty particles, looking brown
float in the air
Smoke rises up, in a cool way
after a sudden flare
Gravity hits, pushes stuff down
rainy water slippery lanes
watch your step
or you might cry in pain....
-kd
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